Mid-Ranked Professionals, even those at the peak of the Sixth Rank, were still considered high-ranking cannon fodder. Even if they were expended, no one would feel much regret.
High-Ranked Professionals were different. Every High-Ranked Professional was an absolute pillar and a source of strength.
If he broke through to the Seventh Rank, then even if something happened to the Mercenary Group, the White Rose Legion behind it would do everything in its power to protect him personally.
More importantly, in the Gloria Empire, once one advanced to become a High-Ranked Professional, they could directly apply to the Imperial Royal Family for a noble title! That was not merely an honorary title, but true nobility with real authority, including territory equivalent to the title!
But for Jet, a Sixth Rank extreme whose potential had already been exhausted, the probability of breaking through to the Seventh Rank was unimaginably slim.
Unless he forcibly piled up rare treasures capable of increasing the probability of a breakthrough.
Yet the value of those treasures was such that even all the wealth he had accumulated over the years was not enough to obtain a single one.
Just as Jet refused to accept his fate, someone from a certain faction approached him.
According to the scene in Jet's soul memories, that person wore a black robe and had a slightly lean build, otherwise appearing no different from an ordinary person.
However, what left an exceptionally deep impression on Jet was that person's voice.
It was a hoarse, magnetic, somewhat androgynous tone. Every word was pronounced with remarkable clarity and precision, carrying an eerie, almost bewitching charm.
From him, Jet learned what his next mission would be transporting.
Extremely high-quality Radiant Crystals, several hundred units in total!
Upon learning this, Jet's originally wary mood became incomparably complicated.
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